After Midnight Thoughts

I
Am I nocturnal or I just slept too much in the afternoon?
I know you don’t know
You don’t even have any idea who Pelle Carlberg is
He’s a genius

II
Pelle Carlberg is a genius
He sings a song about a beloved imbecile girl
But (…)* is a prodigy
So don’t masturbate with his pic

III
Monks don’t masturbate, do they?
I recommend them Sigur Rós
For ear orgasm, and melted heart
But never half tired brain; tired or not at all

IV
Eventhough my brain is masochist
It’s still malfunctioned after midnight
I wonder if so is everyone’s
So was maybe Cinderella’s

V
Maybe Cinderella was brain malfunctioned after twelve
That’s why she had been told to come home before that
She left the glass slipper, didn’t she?
And if she were there any longer… I begin to wonder

VI
Cinderella would start screaming on the top of her lungs
About how much she fell for that skinny prince
How many pages in her diary she drew about how bad she wanted him
Then maybe she would start lighting a cigarette

VII
Cinderella was not a bad girl, but I am better
She went to dance party and I am studying
She cried and I am meeting her inside my brain
With melted ear, tired heart, and brain orgasm; I go to sleep

*) Well, it’s a name. Of my friends. Who rocks. He does. Hoho.

Written in March 23rd, 2008.
Cinderella lighting a cigarette? A really awesome idea from malfunctioned brain. Hff..